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Denise Uy Oct 2019
my words are those taken from someone else's thoughts
they are fishes in a net with tiny holes that i say i caught
but they are also mine though they caught it first.
what is the difference between "im sad" and "im sad"?
and what is the difference between the same kind of fish?
if i grilled mine and you fried yours,
then that is the only difference.
there are no original emotions, only thoughts and concepts
Ray Dunn Aug 2019
sunlight dancing in,
doing pirouettes on my sill,
i leave her trails of sugar
and she dances on still!!

warmth sauntering through,
lounging on the floor
and darting up the stairs
desperate for something more.

a breeze trickling through—
her hair a soft plume
of cold silver and blue,
just to match the moon.
i’m really happy rn and i’m playing with some personification so yeah enjoy
Take me back
not to undo my scars
but to learn more about myself
How to carry my own burden
to drown my sickness
before it drowns me

I wish I could go back
and redirect my life
back to when living was basic
and math was the only problem
with a solution
****** up
SJ Vandegrift May 2019
Inside our secret confidence
Within the safety of self
We formulate words so false,
so tediously regulated,
to hide our endless faults.

But should we be found out,
Our illusions be shattered
The self-images scattered.
Social homage to live without,
Respect of friends floundered.

To us then, who tightly conceal
Reality from the brining truth,
“Abandon your games of youth!”
By breaking the terrified seal
That quiets a conscious mute.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2019
Let's appreciate
That simplicity
Where 1+1=2

No
Double meanings
No
Error in translation
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Simplicity is authenticity|| Plea to the modern time || The hardest thing anyone ever attempted is to translate the silence.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Day I forgot, I forgot a week,
Got the names mixed up.
Parachutes swing,
Worms seeds.

Kilograms of honey agaric,
Compliments the perfume.
So and are written, guys,
Centimeters poems.

What a day, with marked –
No deck, no tablet.
No particular
Goal not was and there is no.

Crowded long box,
But the receipts are empty.
The printer, gasping, drags
Striped sheets.
Max Mar 2019
Congratulations for whatever you have achieved.
Probably nothing special,
but that defines you:
nothing special.
Hate on them haters
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